she swings the golf club down and it feels like some art house nightmare as it connects with your knee and your voice wavers
(keep going the song is almost over this means so much to you) and she
laughs,
devil in prada.
you keep it together for the next two hours but you're burning and dizzy and everything hurts and as you're drifting off someone
(not sure who, one of the two) s l a m s a cushion over your head
and suddenly
everything catches up like a breaking wave so you let tears bleed into the pillow from your aching eyes
melting off the makeup that was
so
carefully applied at five that morning.
for the rest of the too-early ni
hand pressed to lips keeping in sobs just like that one april night and tears are spilling over lashes but this time there's no one there to comfort you
it's not that we're scared to go deeper, we don't want to. we could, we could try, but would that ever get us anywhere besides grey wor[l]ds and
t h i n
g r e e n
i c e ?
everyone i ever loved was like water
from a ocean wave to a slow-trickling creek
a cold, deep river and a rain-fueled stream
stormy grey skies and soft spring showers
once i finally reached the beach [four months since i started drowning], the drought left me.
you opened my windows and i felt safe, not scared.
you've been trying to hold off thoughts of the east coast sky for so, so long but then you let your purple shades
s
l
i
p
off,
since there's no luck or point or rhyme and reason why you should be picking violets or lilacs you can't reach anymore. you kick over your ladder and accept change for what feels like the trillionth time since that day in february so long ago, so long in fifth grade.
the both of you (him a pale sky blue//you a sunny yellow) flirt-flit back and forth, and you let yourself laugh from the overwhelming elation.
easy breath fills your chest, glitter on your hands and a single galactic name on yo
i think that maybe if i hold my breath i could forget the day at the end of january when i ripped one of my favourite shirts. i was dizzy and floaty and loving it, but in my cold dark haze i miscalculated and brushed past the whiteboard too close, hooking my shirt on the pen tray. when i pulled away, there were two minute holes marring the olive fabric.
i think that maybe if i hold my breath i could forget the day in mid-march where my castle finally collapsed. it was too much, all too much at once. (and i was wearing the barely ripped green shirt again) eventually i got too cold to feel the fallout of my emotion, curling sharp into my previ
your breath comes fast because the beat of music you hate and someone you didn't ever want to speak to and you slip away, find new and old friends.
it's the third (sixth) dance and you are vaguely upset at someone in a light blue shirt that you remember, and someone in a black vest you will not.
some things worth mentioning by limehummingbird, literature
Literature
some things worth mentioning
the time where i couldn't stop talking on a swing set
or
when she forgot my birthday
or
when someone said my lipstick looked blood red (it was one of the lightest shades i owned)
or
three promises i never got
or
at a sleepover once, i stayed up until the city was asleep and the moon was yawning
or
that night i slept freezing on the floor of a hotel room
sometimes i wonder if they're lying to me and they really do hate me, think i'm clingy and ugly and unworthy
i feel d u l l (like that dime) next to them,
them
in steel and platinum and copper and gold
she swings the golf club down and it feels like some art house nightmare as it connects with your knee and your voice wavers
(keep going the song is almost over this means so much to you) and she
laughs,
devil in prada.
you keep it together for the next two hours but you're burning and dizzy and everything hurts and as you're drifting off someone
(not sure who, one of the two) s l a m s a cushion over your head
and suddenly
everything catches up like a breaking wave so you let tears bleed into the pillow from your aching eyes
melting off the makeup that was
so
carefully applied at five that morning.
for the rest of the too-early ni
hand pressed to lips keeping in sobs just like that one april night and tears are spilling over lashes but this time there's no one there to comfort you
it's not that we're scared to go deeper, we don't want to. we could, we could try, but would that ever get us anywhere besides grey wor[l]ds and
t h i n
g r e e n
i c e ?
everyone i ever loved was like water
from a ocean wave to a slow-trickling creek
a cold, deep river and a rain-fueled stream
stormy grey skies and soft spring showers
once i finally reached the beach [four months since i started drowning], the drought left me.
you opened my windows and i felt safe, not scared.
you've been trying to hold off thoughts of the east coast sky for so, so long but then you let your purple shades
s
l
i
p
off,
since there's no luck or point or rhyme and reason why you should be picking violets or lilacs you can't reach anymore. you kick over your ladder and accept change for what feels like the trillionth time since that day in february so long ago, so long in fifth grade.
the both of you (him a pale sky blue//you a sunny yellow) flirt-flit back and forth, and you let yourself laugh from the overwhelming elation.
easy breath fills your chest, glitter on your hands and a single galactic name on yo
i think that maybe if i hold my breath i could forget the day at the end of january when i ripped one of my favourite shirts. i was dizzy and floaty and loving it, but in my cold dark haze i miscalculated and brushed past the whiteboard too close, hooking my shirt on the pen tray. when i pulled away, there were two minute holes marring the olive fabric.
i think that maybe if i hold my breath i could forget the day in mid-march where my castle finally collapsed. it was too much, all too much at once. (and i was wearing the barely ripped green shirt again) eventually i got too cold to feel the fallout of my emotion, curling sharp into my previ
your breath comes fast because the beat of music you hate and someone you didn't ever want to speak to and you slip away, find new and old friends.
it's the third (sixth) dance and you are vaguely upset at someone in a light blue shirt that you remember, and someone in a black vest you will not.
some things worth mentioning by limehummingbird, literature
Literature
some things worth mentioning
the time where i couldn't stop talking on a swing set
or
when she forgot my birthday
or
when someone said my lipstick looked blood red (it was one of the lightest shades i owned)
or
three promises i never got
or
at a sleepover once, i stayed up until the city was asleep and the moon was yawning
or
that night i slept freezing on the floor of a hotel room
sometimes i wonder if they're lying to me and they really do hate me, think i'm clingy and ugly and unworthy
i feel d u l l (like that dime) next to them,
them
in steel and platinum and copper and gold
When I was little, my aunt dreamed of daughters.
On the weekends, she would take me,
my dimples and my temper, show me flowers
blooming in her garden: the ground moist,
yellow pansies and sweet peas taller
than my four feet.
I collected garden toads, plucked one from the soil
then another, and she let me place them
in the old tub downstairs, its white walls inescapable.
I laid there quietly,
their little legs finning the water,
the press of ripples pruning my skin.
I was an empress in new clothes. All my subjects
loved me.
he’s a delicate
but tough boy;
his fault lines
jagged but
his eyes still sharp
like astral streetlamps.
he’s fuelled by sunlight;
he soaks in golden.
words bounce in the dim light of table lamps
and if he can pull the hardest punch
it’s because of the anatomy within which
he's made a home for himself.
he’s carrying things too heavy
for a seraphic vertebral boy
and everyone who lov
heeeeeeeey so uh sorry for no writing lately? i've been writing but a lot of it is super personal and i want to post it but if i do i'm afraid the person it concerns will see it.
i'm fairly sure she knows it's her.
anyway my summer has been pretty good, and i've found some new musicians that i like so that's good. i'm going to start working on cleaning up my account before school starts, as i don't know how busy i'll be then. my new obsession is 17776 so if you wanna scream about space probes together please note me!
lets hope i can post some stuff b4 school starts lmao
til next time!
lowkey dead lmao,, i wrote something but its Really Personal so idk if im gonna share it lmao i might just share part. ok so the main attraction is this about urself meme that i stole from my memeing binch certainlyblue (https://www.deviantart.com/certainlyblue) ,, its almost three am where i am i shall leave u with this and go get that Sleep™
♡ gender: trans demiboy!
♡ sexuality: uhhhh really fuckin gay
♡ height: like 5'2" i have to Run 2 keep up with my friends
♡ eye colour: brown
♡ hair colour: brown n really curly
♡ favourite colour: y e l l o w
♡ favourite song: it changes like every week lmao
♡ favourite band / artis